[GZA]Bobby said, ""Fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip""Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chipSaid he had mad toys to make noiseYou split and separate drums like asteroidsThe concerned producer sampled this questionHit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compressionWhen sound travel, it quickly grab youand equalizes the pitch up, until it have youBugged out, tryin to think you can match thisThe portrait's too graphicPanaramic view for you, stamp Wu The feature gothic, the outcome will be catastrophicWe wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next jointand who the nigga you annoint?700 volts on the track to slayMurderous wordplay displayed, for killin cascadesThrowin bullets in the air to test windand which way the cyclone spinsCounter on clockwise, still civilizedKill spies on the wall, that still flies all dies

[Masta Killa]Give no extension on the lynchinIt's tension if the name of the Clan is mentionedIt's the aura that's felt, that causes one to flash his gunand reveal how he really feel, confirmedHe'll never live after the show, see the promoted for the doughI'm takin, breakin his waxThrow my shit on to perform my selection from the SwarmDay 2 breaks, it's a stormy MondayMy ninjas lay in revines and ditchesUnderneath shrubs and leavesThey breathed thru underwater reedsThe enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mudOff shore banks, tanks approach the locationBombarded by the circle of death formationTelecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikesShatterin bulletproof helmets with scrap nail fragmentsof cell, inhale these venomous thoughs that I propelthru the north facility, the city must